Of all the very jarring things Tony Finau did at last year’s Masters (including a how-did-he-do-that top-10 finish), jarring an ace was the least of it.

Do you remember walking up to the seventh tee during Wednesday’s Par 3 Contest?

I do. I was with my kids and my wife.

What club did you hit there?

A gap wedge. It was 121 yards.

When the ball left the club, did you know it was really good?

Yeah. This was my first Par 3 Contest, and the guy on the tee told me, “You’ve gotta hit this right at this pin. It’s gotta be up close to the right fringe or just past it, since everything feeds back left toward the hole.” So I did what he said. I hit it perfect, just past the pin and on the right side. When it started coming back, I knew it was good.

Tony Finau celebrates his ace during the 2018 Masters Par-3 Contest.

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Did you know it had a chance to go in?

No. I think that’s why my celebration was so ecstatic. Hole-in-ones are so rare, so even though the ball is coming back toward the hole, I’m thinking it’s gonna spin off the green. And then it went in. I couldn’t believe it.

There was so much adrenaline, and I didn’t know anything had happened. It was when I got up that I went, Whoa, your foot is laying on the ground right now. That’s when I knew something was wrong. [Laughs] Again, my adrenaline was so high, I looked down and just kind of popped the ankle back into place. It was only when I started walking that I was like, “Oh, something’s wrong.”

Was it just instinct to pop it back in or did you actually think, I’ve gotta do something here?

Pure instinct. And slight embarrassment. I knew for sure there wasn’t going to be any paramedic taking me out on a stretcher. I looked down at my foot. I knew how it dislocated. So I figured I’d give it a nudge to see if it’d go back, and it did.

What did your wife say when you limped back to the tee box?

She was like, “Oh my gosh, dude. Did you really just pop your ankle back in place?” That’s what she said! [Laughs] And that’s when I knew the potential was pretty high that the whole world would end up seeing it.

That night it crossed my mind, because I knew the pain I was in. Then I woke up the next morning and I couldn’t put weight on it, and I thought my chances maybe had slipped. But the doctors told me they didn’t think I could do any further damage. They said, “We don’t recommend it, but if you’re gonna play you’re gonna have to tape that thing up.” That’s when I decided I’m gonna give it a go, and just told myself, “No matter what happens, you’re gonna finish.”

Fair to say you’re going to live in Masters history, whether you win a green jacket or not?